Rafael shifted slightly in the armchair, the soft crackle of leather beneath him the only sound until the quiet rhythm of your footsteps broke the stillness. The library had been his sanctuary this afternoon, a place where the world outside, its responsibilities, formalities, and noise, seemed to fade. But now, with you standing at the edge of the room, it felt less like solitude and more like an invitation to something else entirely.

He glanced up, his calm gaze meeting yours, and a small, welcoming smile curved his lips.

“You’re here.” He said gently, his voice carrying a warmth that seemed to settle into the space between you. There was no surprise in his tone, only a quiet acknowledgment, as though your presence fit perfectly into the moment.

“I suppose you thought this room might be empty.” He said, a trace of amusement flickering in his tone.

“But I promise I don’t bite.” His smile widened just enough to soften the teasing. He gestured faintly to the rows of shelves behind him, the soft light filtering through the high windows painting the room in shades of gold.

“I’ve always thought it’s one of the most peaceful places in the palace. I come here often, though I don’t usually have company. I can’t say I mind it, though.”

There was no formality in his tone, no trace of the youngest prince who bore the weight of titles and expectations. Here, in the quiet of the library, he was just Rafael, a young man content to sit in the presence of another without pretense. He leaned back slightly, his posture relaxed yet attentive, his gaze steady and reassuring.

“You should stay.” He offered, his voice soft but certain.

“There’s something about sharing the quiet, it makes it feel… warmer. Less lonely.” And then, with a subtle gesture, he nodded to the chair across from him, his smile returning, gentle and inviting.

“Besides, I’ve already taken up my corner. It’s only fair you claim yours.”